Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Yeah, whatever.

Got another suicide threat from the ex-boss today.

Yesterday I sent him a message querying the fact that I wasn't paid for the time I put in last week.  His response was another whimper for sympathy.

Given that I've spent 15 months working there and never had a word of praise, only of criticism, I don't care.

I hope I have met the worst people I will ever meet.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Moving On

Well, I've forwarded the ex-boss' e-mail to the police, the union and to the local member who supported a grant application from the company.

He had no way of knowing that I'd found a friend hanging.  To be honest, I don't think he'd give a rats. The man is incapable of empathy.

I'm not sending anything back to him.

On my part, I'm trying to get on with it.  I'm no longer having flashbacks to finding my friend dead and have finally found the energy to clean up a bit.

It's always surprising to discover how toxic a place has been only after you've left it.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Don't know quite what to say

Yesterday I sent an e-mail to my ex-boss telling him I would not be back in his sweatshop and that he should forward any documents relating to my cessation of employment to my postal address.  I also said that I would refer the matter to the union if I wasn't satisfied with my final pay, etc.

Here is his reply:

That is fine by me
Just tell anyone from the TCFUA that they can come look for my body in the bush between Railton and Merseylea where I already have a piece of vacuum  cleaner pipe planted.
I have done my best to keep people employed
The only thing I will be sad for is the 15 other people who will lose their jobs

 I'm a bit shocked.  Apparently this is not a new threat.  But, having been the one to find a suicide, I'm not exactly amused by this type of threat.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012


Today I quit my job.

I've never left a place of employment under those circumstances.

Usually I give heaps of notice and train my replacement, but today, I'd had enough.

Yesterday the owner's daughter was incredibly rude to me.  She's always sure to call me 'Darlin'' when she does so.  I find this really offensive.  I've asked her not to call me that, but she persists.  Patronising sod. 

Today I was called into the office and confronted with printing that was allegedly under par.  The boss started on his usual rant, so I just butted in and said -'Consider this my notice'.

I gave him a letter saying that I would be finishing next Monday, but after an hour or so of nothing to do, I decided to leave.

I am sooooo relieved to not be there.  My whole body has relaxed.

However, now I have a mortgage to deal with no job, and not able to get on to the dole for quite some time.


Sunday, January 22, 2012


My last post was a bit pooky.  Don't like being a whinger, but sometimes life is a bit tough and the depression thing gets the better of me.

So I've been trying to focus on the good stuff.  This mostly means the garden.  So here is the house when I moved in:

And here is the house now:

It's only been two years.

Yep, it was greener then.  But the trees are doing very nicely.  Do love the plants.

I have a mad tomato bush producing madly in the back yard and will have to dry some of the fruit.  Lucky me to have dried tomatoes all year.

Otherwise - another job interview tomorrow.  Hope it works out.  It sounds interesting.

Sunday, January 8, 2012


Sometimes life gets a bit to be a bit difficult to deal with.  I have no physical disabilities, but I struggle with depression.

Been having a bit of a hard time lately,  given my financial and job situation.

Some years ago, I found a very good friend hanging.  He'd left himself where he knew I would find him.

His death meant, for a number of reasons, that I lost all of my savings.  It wasn't much money in the scale of things, but it's made my life a bit more difficult than it might have been as we had shared investments without proper documentation.  There's a lesson learned!

At the moment, I'm really struggling financially and can't see a way out.

I'm trying to remind myself that I can do stuff.

And here's a complete switch.  I thought about doing some embroidery, but was prevented by this:

Yes.  It's a cat sitting in an embroidery hoop.  I'm sure she was trying to be helpful.

Then this happened:

Cilla checked out the fabulous quilt I was given for christmas.

So good of them to remind me of the good stuff.

So it doesn't really matter that the car is f*cked, the oven and stove are also out of commission and I have to go to work at the sweatshop tomorrow.